the last full moon

someone took all that sunlightMay 2020 supermoon: Flower moon, final supermoon of 2020, rises on ...
and crammed into the moon.
no, i have disremembered
how it felt to raise
my muzzle toward that ball
and release my emptiness
ina linear sound.
i lost my grey claws
among lady’s mantles,
trapped in the dew.
hollow, a shell
howled by night’s breeze
this is how i freeze
to a whisper
too close to be true:
love rides on rust.

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